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[theshabbiestofmen]

"Right, hello! This is Remus Lupin. Leave a message, and I'll get back to you shortly."

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[theshabbiestofmen]

My room. Come on over.

[stefanged]

[In about five minutes, Stefan knocks on Remus's door before heading in. Cups of tea in tow too! Sometimes, he wishes he had magic to hold it steadier, but eh - he's got inhuman reflexes. That'll do for now.]

Hey. [He hands over a mug (black tea with milk)] I've got sugar over here too, if you need it.

[theshabbiestofmen]

You're a lifesaver, you know.

[He rises with a smile, taking one of the cups gratefully. No sugar, but the milk is appreciated. Remus doesn't drink, not yet-- just settles back down on the back, both hands wrapped around the cup, savoring the anticipation.]

So: the spell.

[stefanged]

Right. [He nods, holding his own mug around his hands.] Back home, there were some not-so-great vampires roaming around - and so witches know a spell or two that can slow them down.

I'm not sure how transferable it is, or if you can even cast it, but if I ever get... not like me... I'd want you to be prepared.

[theshabbiestofmen]

[Oh, dear. He knows this question, doesn't he, knows it so intimately it hurts. Remus nods, his eyes serious, tea forgotten.]

I'll try. But if it isn't . . . I'm fairly certain I can still stop you, if it comes to that. I know spells that aren't meant specifically for a vampire, but that ought to do the trick without hurting you too badly.

[stefanged]

Good. [A small sigh of relief] I figured, if not, there was always your saliva....

[Not the alternative Stefan wanted, but it would suffice if he lost his humanity.]

My witch didn't uh, she didn't have any specific incantation. Do you need words for your kind of magic?

[theshabbiestofmen]

Usually. What does yours do, then? I mean, is it all intent based, or movement, or--?

[stefanged]

Bit of both. I'm not an expert on magic, but witches would have these grimoires with their entire repertoire. "Their magic cookbook," if you will.

[He pulls out one of his diaries as an example. It's significantly older than any diary Remus might've seen around - for starters, the leather cover's close to falling apart.]

Bonnie would just hold out her hand, look straight at our brains, and - well, it must've been intent-based, because she could pop our brain vessels without a word.

[theshabbiestofmen]

Merlin.

[He shivers at the thought-- no, he can't do that. But he runs his fingers over the leather cover, his touch careful.]

I won't ever kill you. But I can certainly incapacitate you-- keep you immobile until we figure out the next step. Sorry, what is this, exactly-- is it yours?

[stefanged]

We regenerate fast. She pops a vessel, only for it to come back. Doesn't quite kill us, but it doesn't give us time to react either.

[TVD logic at its finest.]

One of my diaries, yeah. I'm... not just a vampire, unfortunately. I'm also sorta-kinda a reincarnation, so I've got two lives rattling around in my head.

[theshabbiestofmen]

A-- a reincarnation. How--?

[Putting aside the question of killing him (or not, as the case might be) for the moment.]

What does that mean, exactly?

[stefanged]

Long story short? There was this guy, Stefan Salvatore. When he died, his soul was sent to another ["dimension"] life and started anew.

That life was mine, Stefan Alesci's. So every so often, I remember things about Salvatore. People, places, memories... sometimes even objects, if they're not dangerous.

[He gestures again to the diary] This was one of them. Showed up in my room, right before Atroma grabbed me.

[theshabbiestofmen]

Merlin.

[He swears that softly, eyes wide.]

Was his life similar? Or entirely different? When did he live?

[stefanged]

Somewhere in-between. Salvatore was born in... 1847, I believe.

[He sets the diary down somewhere, just because it's easier to balance tea when he's got two hands for the mug]

But he was a vampire like me. Got turned in 1864, and he lived about a hundred and fifty years after that - which is why I'm technically a hundred and sixty something.

Not counting his life, I'm twenty four.

[theshabbiestofmen]

I can't imagine how confusing that must be.

[He can barely comprehend it himself, and buys himself some time with a sip of tea.]

Does it-- pop up frequently?

[stefanged]

More than I'd like. Salvatore's - no, my ex-girlfriend and soulmate is on the Starstruck's. She's their lab support.

[He sighs, blowing a little on his tea out of habit. Stefan can't sense temperature like before - he's impervious to heat, for the most part - but it lets him think.]

She wants me to be the guy she once knew, but... if I do that, then I let go of the guy I am now.

[theshabbiestofmen]

How . . . what was he like? If you don't mind talking about it.

[stefanged]

Salvatore was... complicated. [It's weird talking about yourself like you're two separate people, but Stefan's not sure how he'd classify it. Salvatore's dead and alive at the same time, just because of how reincarnations work.]

On one hand, he was a great guy. He'd go out of his way to help, even if it would set back whatever he was doing. If he liked you, he'd do anything to keep you safe. [Including killing other people. Stefan shivers a little at the thought.]

On the other, he had his own issues. He might've been a vampire, but he was less comfortable with it. Hated it with every inch of his being. The more I learn about him, the more I think he needed a friend.

[He pauses, taking a sip of tea] Or at least... someone he could rely on. His brother wasn't a ton of help, and he was with a girl who never wanted to be a vampire, and... [sigh] And yeah. Complicated.

[theshabbiestofmen]

Very. Was he . . . what's it like, being a vampire in your world? I assume attitudes were similar from when he was and when you were.

[stefanged]

It's difficult. The craving for blood never really goes away, it's um. It's why I drink so much tea.

[As if finally remembering his cup, he takes a sip.]

Caffeine usually works well enough, but when even that fails me, there were places I could get animal blood. I didn't have to deal with this yet, but Salvatore had to move from town to town pretty often. People would get too suspicious if he stayed, and it was hard to make friends for that reason.

[Alesci was lucky so far - he'd only been a vampire for two years, and his family was well-aware of the situation. Salvatore wasn't.]

But the hardest part for me, is that drinking blood goes against my religion. God's made allowances, because He has to, but it's like... it's been ingrained in me.

[theshabbiestofmen]

But you don't . . . need it. To survive, I mean.

[Fascinating. He likens it in his mind to a drug addiction-- not necessary, but desperately craved. Much like Moony's bloodlust, frankly, but Remus only has to deal with that one night a month. He can't imagine feeling that constantly.]

I could help, if you truly need some. Surely blood willingly given can't be-- I mean, I don't know, you know your religion better than me--

[stefanged]

Not even remotely.

[He doesn't mind. He'd rather be addicted to caffeine than human blood. Elena had alluded to it, in their last few conversations. A silent implication that he couldn't handle whatever dark secrets Salvatore was still hiding.

Except - wait, did Remus offer? Stefan stares up in shock, trying not to betray how grateful he feels.]

I'll be okay. I promise, I'm uh - I promised myself I'd never drink human blood after I turned. I've got blood pills in my lab, and I've fed from animals every time we landed.

[He's not denying this because he wants to. He's denying this because he's afraid of what he might do to someone else.] God makes allowances for things needed to survive. The holy book talked about it in terms of pork, but I think He can make an exception for me.

[theshabbiestofmen]

I'm glad. [That he has alternatives, that he can stick to his promise to himself. Remsu offers a slight smile, shy and pleased in turn.] Has it been-- difficult? With your religion, I mean. That's a hurdle I've never had to face, honestly, and I can't imagine.

[stefanged]

Sometimes. [He returns the smile, taking another sip of tea] Mom's gotten on my case because I can't give her grandkids, even though my brother's given her two already.....

Then there's the whole "can't really date" before marriage thing, except I blew that one by dating Alex.

[The guilt haunts him every day. Don't tell Alex that.]

They're not fun hurdles? But they're not exactly impossible either.

[theshabbiestofmen]

[He nods. Religion in general isn't something he's familiar with-- abstractly, maybe, and he's mouthed the words and done the gestures, but it's never meant anything, not really. To hear all this from someone he quite likes is fascinating.

Although something else there gives him pause--]

Sorry-- you can't have children?